Day Two Of Exercise

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This inertia of movement,

Unknown at the start,

Makes its presence felt,

Day two, on each body part.

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As thigh muscles burn,

Hands refuse to stretch.

Even the core begins to whine

That it’s all too much.

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As the scalp perspires,

Sweat fills the brows,

Stinging the eyes,

To pool at the tip of the nose.

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The heart wants to give up

And the breath falters.

But the mind won’t let up

The only voice that matters.